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CONFLICT MANAGEMENT
*NWCCM*
Ana Schofield
While bending to hear the babble of the lovely brook beneath the wooden bridge: imagining that this would make super audio for the DVD I was producing, Twink suddenly squealed as never before, and ran up the path as if chased by a bat from hell.
Twink's high alert brought me to full attention. Then I looked up to see the tree, now groaning like a banshee, slowly but surely coming down right on top of me. My legs took off toward Twink faster than she could blink an eye. She was anxiously waiting for me just a bit ahead, near the bend in the trail.
"RUN TWINK RUN", I shouted, not knowing if the trunk or branches would land on us. I looked back briefly to check for the best direction in which to run. Right then, just fifteen yards away, the tree trunk - about 3 feet in diameter - hit the bridge with an echoing thud right where Twink and I had been moments before.
Twink was shaking! I picked her up and held her close to my racing heart. Walking home slowly along the trail, I imagined what it may be like to be dead. I was relieved in a flash to recall that my underwear was clean and that the dishes were done.
Twink and I shared a spaghetti dinner that night. I had a glass of home made blackberry and apple wine - the ingredients for which had been gathered last summer from the wild - to celebrate that life is good. Best I pay closer attention to Nature in all of her glory and horror and more fully appreciate that 4 pounds of love is a whole lot of lovin'!
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